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Jul 2014
If my touch could touch you now
it would be enough, enough  to see me through, through
my rough hands rough
your soft soft once
i held and felt fully felt full
the whole of souls felt felt
your beauty in my hands once
And I grew and grew touching and caressing you
all of you, you
your heart and soul whole in my grasp once
I hope again
hope again
now.
wordvango
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